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I go by the name of Shivani, but people call me Shiv.
My day is 06/07 & I'm turning 14.
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want to DIE.
Sunday, June 20, 2010 || 5:02 PM

know what ?
i can't even believe you guys read this.
it's so surprising.

ANYWAY.

i don't like the way you treat me.
i ask for something, i don't get it.
she asks for something, she gets it.
like i mean, seriously.
that's not nice.

if you want to do that over and over again, seriously. just stop bloody talking to me >.>

okay, now i'm going to tell you a story, a real story.

the names i use are not names of the actual people.

there was once this girl called abigail. she thought she had the bestest friends in the world. she told them ALL of her secrets. she trusted them with her heart. she cared for them when they were hurt. menatally or physically. and abigail thought they would do the same for her. then one day she fell over grazed her knee. then the bell went. and her friends saw her crying in pain but they just walked over to stand at assembly, thinking they would get in trouble if they stayed back. so abigail was left sprawled on the grass. then a little child in year one, saw her. the child came running towards her. and asked abigail if she was okay. then the child saw that abigail was bleeding. straight away, the child called a teacher.

after first aid, abigail trudged into class. everyone was silently working. she was going to sit next to her friends when she realised they hadn't saved a spot for her. there was one seat left in the class, and that was next to a girl that she didn't know very well. her name was annie. she sat down. after a few minutes, annie her if she was okay. this made abigail think for a long time. she thought if the people she called best friends were actually her best friends. she still forgave them.

the next day when abigail came to school, there was a big bandage on her leg. her friends didn't ask her if she was okay. she was really starting to doubt their friendship. annie was helping her walk around the school. they got closer and closer. and abigail and her group got further and further apart. it looked like abigail might've found a new best friend. she was overjoyed.

after a few weeks abigail saw that one of the girls in her group angelina, was crying. instead of just walking past her like everyone did, she went up to her and asked her what was wrong. and angelina said that the rest of her group had been talking about her. abigail was furious. she didn't know what to do. she knew if she told the teacher evreyone would hate her. and call her a 'dibby dobber'. so she invited angelina to join her group. angelina was over the moon.

these three girls stayed best friends for a long time. then angelina had to leave the school. abigail and annie cried for a long time. they finally got over it. and 2 months later, abigail finds out that annie's dad has been offered a very good job in india. he takes it. and so then annie left too. abigail thought evrything was gone. her friends her BEST FRIENDS were gone. and she would never see them again.

and from that day on, abigail knew that she couldn't cope with having a best friend. it would be way to traumatic if they left her like the others did.

the rest of her life until now, she has tried to choose her friends wisely. it worked until she got to highschool.




i'll leave it at that. the rest of this REAL story will stay a mistery.

laterrrs shiv.

p.s-this story is not necessarily about me. actually it is.